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The night is getting darker and the stars are getting brighter.
In Deren Palace, Emperor Huai flicked away the table full of memorials, and overturned the blue and white porcelain vase standing beside the dragon chair. The anger on his face not only did not disappear, but intensified.
All the servants were silent and stood in fear. Emperor Huai had always been kind and seldom lost his temper. They also heard about Hanzhangdian's assassination today, but they never expected to be furious.
"Your Majesty, my minister Xiao Lu seeks an audience." A middle-aged man in a navy blue court uniform knelt down outside Deren Palace. This person is Qin Wang Xiao Lu, the most trusted right-hand man of Emperor Huai, and also the uncle of Emperor Huai. When Emperor Huai ascended the throne, he was a minister with a share.
Emperor Huai put down the teacup that was about to be thrown away, took a deep breath, and sat on the dragon chair. The little eunuch was clever and called out in a shrill voice: "Xuan, King Qin will see you."
Xiao Lu entered the inner room of Deren Palace and saw a messy room, his face remained unchanged, he bowed his head and walked to Emperor Huai to sit down and bow down.
"King Qin doesn't need to be too polite." Emperor Huai relied heavily on Xiao Lu, and would usually avoid the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers when no one else was present.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Xiao Lu straightened his half-bent knees, cupped his hands and said, "A secret agent has come to report that Emperor Wen Guoqing has not recovered from a long illness and has been in bed for more than a month. It seems that the time has come."
Emperor Huai's face softened slightly, and said: "Then everything will go according to plan."
"Where King Ning is" Xiao Lu hesitated for a moment.
"I have my own way." Emperor Huai's face froze again.
Could it be that he couldn't see the matter of Hanzhangdian and Xiao Jing's provocation today, and he still hated Qing Mo's death.
Xiao Xiao was actually better than him in everything since he was young, such as poetry, martial arts, and art of war. But so what, the throne belonged to him, and even the dead Su Qingmo was buried in his rear mausoleum.
Xiao actually why! Why should he! Why talk to him like that!
Relying on the 300,000 soldiers in his hands!
"King Ning has a very high status in the hearts of the soldiers at the border. If he hastily withdrew his military power, I'm afraid" Xiao Lu hesitated.
"I have my own opinion, let's go down." Emperor Huai frowned, and let it go.
"I will take my leave." Xiao Lu bowed his head and stepped back respectfully.
Wen Guo, within the deep palace.
The Qing Emperor was lying on the bed, a woman dressed in a dark red golden phoenix pattern and exquisite makeup held his hand mournfully.
"Last night, Yue Li flew a pigeon to deliver the letter, and the dancer assassinated Emperor Huai. It seems that Wen Guo cannot escape this calamity." Qing Emperor's voice was old and weak.
"Your Majesty, don't worry about state affairs, it's important to take care of your body." There were two clear marks on the woman's no longer young face, and the teardrops looked extraordinarily crystal clear and beautiful under the candlelight.
"My body is not in the way, the people of the Wen Kingdom are the most important thing." Emperor Qing is over sixty years old, and has not many children under his knees, and there are very few capable ones. Could it be that God wants him to perish.
The eldest son was honest and honest by nature, and in the midst of the turmoil in the imperial palace, there was no bone left for fear of being gnawed to pieces. The second son was naturally flirtatious, obsessed with women, embarrassing.
What's left of Wenguo hey
"Your Majesty, we still have Zheng'er." She is the empress of Wen Kingdom and Emperor Qing, so how could she not know what he was worried about.
"Zheng'er is smart and intelligent, quick-witted and thoughtful. She is indeed the most outstanding of several children, but she is a daughter after all." Qing Emperor stared blankly at the dragon-patterned tourmaline on the top of the tent, and sighed softly.
The queen patted Emperor Qing's hand and said with relief: "The founding of the Wen Kingdom is a female emperor, and the virtuous people trained by the ancestors live there. Why not pass the throne to Zheng'er?"
Qing Emperor nodded slightly and closed his eyes.
In the forty-three years of Wen Guo Xuan Jing, the Qing Emperor passed away, and the whole country mourned. The eldest princess Feng Zheng came to the throne as the lord.
The morning sun is slightly dew, and the autumn wind is suddenly cool.
A woman was sitting in front of the Linghua mirror, her long black hair hanging to the ground, she closed her eyes, and let the maid beside her paint her eyebrows and do her makeup. A golden crown with a dragon pattern was tied on her head. She opened her eyes and looked at her solemn self in the mirror.
The two maids were dragging a dark purple brocade robe with dragon patterns. She stood up, opened her arms, and put him on. She knew that what she was wearing was not only a dragon robe, but also the weight of a country.
Stepping out of this palace, what awaits her is a war, a war to conquer the subjects and relatives.
"Zheng'er." Last night she was the empress of Wen Kingdom, and this morning she is already the empress dowager. Looking at her daughter in the mirror, her heart felt like a knife was twisted.
If possible, she naturally hopes that her daughter can marry a good husband and be safe and happy from now on, instead of placing the burden of a country on her immature shoulders.
?Fengzheng turned around, her long dragon robe twirled on the ground, and she held her mother's cold and dry body with one hand.With one hand, he stroked her eyebrows: "Mother, don't worry, I can do it."
"Mother, don't worry." Qinghou slightly curved her lips, and there were some bruises on her well-maintained face, which became more and more obvious in the past few days, and the hair on her temples was already half white. She patted the kite's face hand, said: "You have never let me and your father down since you were young, and you can do everything to the best." This daughter has been strong since she was a child, how could she not know?
One year, when the royal family hunted, she was obviously injured by traps on her leg, but she continued to hunt, and managed to survive until sunset, catching the most prey. When she dismounted, her legs were already difficult to stand on, but she remained calm and gritted her teeth until the end of the palace banquet. .
She restrained her weak side so that no one could see her. I'm afraid that being too rigid is easy to break, so being strong has advantages and disadvantages.
But when Wenguo came to Qingdi's generation, the royal family was thin, and only she was considered outstanding, and only she could bring hope to Wenguo.
After the rooster crowed three times, the red glow of the morning light appeared in the sky.
"It's time to go up." Qinghou looked up at the sky and smiled kindly at the kite.
Fengzheng stepped out of Yeting Palace and walked towards the most dazzling place in the morning light. The dark purple dragon-pattern robe was slowly submerged in the twilight of the morning light.
The news has spread to various countries, and various versions of the legend of the kite princess are circulating in the streets and alleys.
Some people say that she is extremely beautiful, comparable to Chang'e in the moon palace; some people say that she knows the art of war at the age of three, and can march in formation at the age of five;
All kinds of theories were passed on miraculously, and in the end, the kite princess had grown three heads and six arms.
Rong Shaoyang listened to Bi Tong's narration, and smiled: "What do you think will happen next?"
"The dancer of the Wen Kingdom assassinated Emperor Huai of the Yan Kingdom before, and now there are many controversial princesses ascending the throne, foreign aggression and internal strife, it seems that the Yan Kingdom is going to annex the Wen Kingdom in one fell swoop this time, what a disaster." Bi Tong twisted He frowned, pondered for a while, and expressed his opinion.
Even though the Kingdom of Wen was founded by a female emperor, for hundreds of years, men have always ascended the throne. Although Princess Fengzheng is well known in all countries, but now that a woman is suddenly allowed to ascend the throne, how can those ministers be convinced and bow their heads to a woman? .
In addition, Wen Guo's affair with the dancer offended Yan Guo, and Yan Guo took advantage of the civil strife to attack with troops, and it was difficult for Wen Guo to protect itself.
"No, you are wrong." Rong Shaoyang raised the corners of his lips and said, "Three years ago, in the battle between Yan State and Wen State, although Yan State won, it failed to annex Wen State. The princess is marching in the background."
In the Huaixi battle between Yan and Wen, Wen Guo adopted the strategy of mourning soldiers. King Ning broke through Wenguo's border defense city, Chi Kancheng. When everyone thought he was victorious, the soldiers of the Yan army fell ill within a day after entering the city. The day before yesterday, someone poured medicine for the epidemic into the water.
In the case of an epidemic, it took a few days for Yan Jun's military doctors to develop a pharmacy, but at the expense of a large number of soldiers' lives, if they lose their morale in order to win the city, then the next battle will be difficult to fight.
King Ning is obviously a smart man, how could he fail to think through this point, cities and land can be attacked again, and the army's morale cannot be lost, not only can't lose, but must also be gained.
"But she's a woman after all, and she's going to marry someone." Bi Tong tilted her head, her pink lips slightly pouted: "The king of a country, which man dares to marry."
"You've got to the point, who would dare to marry?" Rong Shaoyang's black eyes flickered, and he said to Bitong in a cold voice: "Except for the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms, who else is qualified to marry a woman who sits on the throne?" Where is the princess of the country?"
"The one who marries Princess Fengzheng is equivalent to getting Wen Guo without a single soldier." Bi Tong was stunned.
"I'm afraid that some people think it's a piece of fat, and they don't care about anything, and they just pounce on it." Rong Shaoyang lowered his eyelids, thinking secretly.
The crow flew in through the window and landed on Bi Tong. Bi Tong held it in the palm of his hand, looked at its dark red eyes, slightly surprised, and said to Rong Shaoyang: "The one who was robbed in Luo Mansion that day The woman may be Miss Song."
Half a month ago, I learned that Song Chuyao was no longer in the Yexia Valley, so I sent someone to check the traces, but I didn't expect it to be the mysterious woman who messed up the Mongolian plan.
On Rong Shaoyang's usual calm and indifferent face, there was a flash of strangeness: "Go and find out where you are now." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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